I used to look at P/O Barton's photo and biography at RAF Elvington when I volunteered there. It was always a bit weird, we were the same age and It used to make me think how different times were. I was a typically hedonistic 22yr old, he flew back on his own from Nuremberg and died in the grimy yard of some coal mine in the darkness.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cyril_Joe_Barton